Where's the cute girl we were promised? She's completely wiped out S-rank dungeons!

Both fell silent. Qiao Ran glanced at Song Yuan, who gave a soft "sneer," and the next second, without warning, pulled an axe from behind her back.

This axe was picked up from He Xiao's pile of weapons after he was killed. Before the weapon is bound to the player, it will not cause any damage when used—that is to say, even if Song Yuan has monstrous arm strength, she can't hurt anyone by raising the axe and then chopping it down hard—its only purpose is to intimidate NPCs.

"Stop talking so much, can you even get it done?"

Upon seeing the gleaming weapon, the waiter turned pale, his legs went weak, and he instinctively grabbed the table for support.

"Yes, yes, yes! We can make whatever you want to eat. You want a stir-fried dish? I'll go tell the kitchen to hurry up and serve it!"

Qiao Ran was finally satisfied and pressed her advantage, saying, "We also want to sit by the window, with a view of the river."

The waiter stared at the knife in Song Yuan's hand, rubbing his hands together and chuckling obsequiously, "Alright, alright! We'll arrange it for you right away!"

Qiao Ran patted his shoulder with a smile: "That's more like it~ Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier?"

Then the scene from the beginning unfolded, with the two enjoying a lavish meal. A livestream of a horror game had unexpectedly turned into a food broadcast.

Fans exclaimed, "So these two are here to enjoy themselves in the dungeon?"

However, Song Yuan still had a question. She looked at Qiao Ran, who was elegantly cutting her steak:

"Do you have enough money in your pocket? This meal must cost at least ten thousand yuan. You're not planning to dine and dash, are you?"

Qiao Ran didn't seem to mind: "Oh, we're in a dungeon, so it's no big deal to dine and dash a few times."

Song Yuan silently gripped the axe and tapped it on the table: "..."

Qiao Ran quickly raised one hand in surrender, and with the other hand reached into her pocket, took out a card from her wallet, and handed it over.

"Okay, okay, I got it. I've got the money in my pocket. Here, there's 200,000 in this card. Are you relieved now?"

Song Yuan was finally satisfied and carried the axe back: "Where did the money come from?"

"Oh, well." Qiao Ran wiped her mouth and carefully shrank into a corner of the sofa chair. "On the way here, we passed through a deserted alley and a man happened to be coming home from get off work. We knocked him unconscious and stole his wallet."

Song Yuan: "..."

Oh!? You should have said so earlier that this card came about this way!

Qiao Ran blinked: "Don't be angry. Actually, I've always been curious why you still have such a heavy moral burden when you're in a dungeon. Dungeons aren't reality; you don't need to worry about so many things in the virtual world."

Song Yuan paused, realizing she had never seriously considered this question before. She lowered her head, pondered for a moment, and finally shook her head.

"I don't know, that's what my doctor taught me."

Qiao Ran was genuinely puzzled: "Who exactly is your attending physician? Is he very famous?"

Just as Song Yuan was about to say that name, the feeling of being spied on returned.

She frowned, but this time she didn't turn around. Maintaining a direct facing of Qiao Ran, she said calmly:

"I need to go to the restroom now, I'll continue when I get back."

Qiao Ran didn't need her to say it directly; she keenly noticed her unusual behavior. She subtly reached under the table and touched her fingertips, feigning a complaint:

"How could you do this? Why are you deliberately keeping me in suspense at this crucial moment? Are you playing me for a fool?"

Song Yuan opened her palm knowingly, and Qiao Ran wrote:

What's wrong? Is someone following us?

After finishing writing, he opened his palm and let Song Yuan write.

"I wasn't kidding you, I just suddenly felt a little unwell. I'll continue our conversation when I get back."

Yes. That person is in this restaurant right now.

In a distant corner, a woman with a single braid and a charming and beautiful appearance was quietly watching this side.

From this vantage point, Song Yuan and Qiao Ran couldn't hear each other's conversation. They exchanged a few words, then Song Yuan suddenly stood up and headed towards the restroom.

The voyeur was clearly getting restless. Since a person only has two eyes, and her target was now separated, she could only turn to look at Qiao Ran, who was still elegantly dining, reassuring herself that Qiao Ran wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, before turning her gaze back to the bathroom door.

I watched for about ten minutes.

You see, her husband doesn't get home until 6:30; even if Song Yuan and Qiao Ran didn't leave, she still had to go home to complete her mission.

The woman bit her lip uneasily, glancing at Qiao Ran at the table as she turned her head:

"It's empty?!"

But the whole table of food is still there.

Her heart pounded. She immediately scanned the entire restaurant but couldn't find Qiao Ran. Thinking of Song Yuan in the restroom, she quickly ran out from a corner and went inside. All the stall doors were open, and the stalls were empty.

She instinctively looked towards the only window in the bathroom and ran up to see if Song Yuan had left from there. She happened to meet Song Yuan's eyes as she clung to the windowsill, her entire body dangling outside.

"..."

"Ahhhhh—"

She screamed and tried to run away. Song Yuan used one hand to nimbly flip in through the window and landed on the ground, grabbing her by the back of the collar:

"Still trying to run?"

At the bathroom door, Qiao Ran, with a smile on her face, slowly walked out:

"Finally caught you~"

Tell me, how long have you been following us?